Part 12
~Coward~
Phil and my mom went to get us some food.
Morrison and I took the time to sneak away from the guys. I told the guys I was going to the ladies room, and I had no idea what Morrison's excuse was. We met by the bathrooms.
"So," he started with his arms crossed across his chest, "why was Phil putting the sun screen on?"
I knew that was going to come up.
"Because I don't have the power of electricity to reach my back," I countered because I didn't like his tone. "Why did you ask me that?"
He shrugged. "I'm not usually this…"
"Protective? Morrison, you have nothing to worry about," I assured him.
He smiled. "You're right. I'm just overreacting to nothing."
Though it had not been 'nothing' to me, but it should to him. I nodded to agree to him.
He backed me up against the wall of the bathroom.
"You were teasing me earlier," he smirked. "When you were putting on the lotion on your legs." His hand went to the back of my thigh. "You're so beautiful."
My cheeks turned red. Beautiful. Not hot, or sexy. Beautiful, that had more meaning than the other two.
His lips met mine in a very sweet, gentle kiss. It reached my soul.
This man, could easily break my heart now because he had it. In such a few days, he had my heart in his hands. He could crush it. But I had a feeling he wouldn't do that. He genuinely cared about me. His kisses told me so.
"I don't want to go back," I whispered when he pulled away. "I want to be with you."
"Me too." He kissed me again, but with more hunger than before.
I returned the same hunger.
"Hey, hey!" some guy called out. "I have children here!"
Morrison and I giggled and apologized. Morrison took my hand, but dropped it at the sight of Roman. We both created a bit of space between us.
"They're here with the food," Roman said his eyes shifted from me to Morrison and then back to Morrison.
I wondered if he saw our hands together. What would he do? Tell everyone? Call us out on it? I prayed to any God that it didn't happen.
He didn't.
Everyone acted as if nothing happened.
Phil and my mom brought burgers.
I talked to Jax mostly. I asked about his tattoos. I asked a lot of questions about them. After a while Roman 'asked' Morrison to join him to get some thing. I glanced over to Morrison, but he was looking at Roman.
I turned to Phil, but he was talking tentatively to my mother.
"Do you plan to get a tattoo?" Jax asked me and brought back my attention to him.
I shook my head. "I was just curious. I noticed a lot of you have a Snake tattoo, what is that?"
There was a bit of a silence.
"You could call it our… logo," Drogo snickered.
I made a small 'o' with my lips. "I get it."
"It's called a Spitfire," Phil said to me.
"It's pretty cool," I said as I looked at the one on Jax's stomach.
"Eyes up here missy," he joked and I chuckled and looked up to his blue eyes.
"I don't have the guts to get one," I told them truthfully.
My phone rang. I looked through my bag and saw that it was Nick.
"Excuse me," I said as I got up and walked a bit away from them and answered the call. "Hello?"
"Hey, what's up girl?" he asked.
I sighed and looked back to the group. Morrison and Roman were still gone.
"Um… okay, I guess."
"Have you told your mother about Phil?" he asked in very scolding manner.
"Hmm," I said and he went off.
"WHAT?! AVA!"
"Nick, you have to understand that it wasn't a big deal, okay? If he had hit me, then yeah."
"But he… freakishly caressed you."
"I don't know. I just don't want to think about it." I was not going to tell him about the sunscreen now. He would go off again.
"I think you should tell Morrison," he said and at that my heart stopped.
"About what?"
"About… you know what," he said with all seriousness.
"No! No… he'll… it's too early, Nick, I can't tell him!"
"You are so stubborn," he chuckled.
"I am not. I like where we are and if I tell him… he'll…"
"Reject you?" he asked. "Honey, you do not have a scar on your face."
"I am scarred!" I whispered harshly. "I've told you what happens when I get too touchy with a guy. I freak out and start screaming and kicking."
"Maybe Morrison's different, but it's up to you."
"It is and maybe I will tell him."
We talked for some while, but and when Morrison returned with Roman, I told Nick I had to go and I hung up. I walked back to the group and took my seat. I took a very quick glance at Morrison. He avoided eye contact with me.
I was hurt, but I understood.
After we ate, we all waited the fifteen minutes to let the food go down. I sat with Jax and talked to him some more.
When it was time to go back into the water, I asked Jax if he wanted to go inside with me. He said yes, and we stood up from the sand and went over to the water. I kicked some of the water to his face.
He laughed as he tried to shield himself, but it was futile. He grabbed my leg and I started to hop on the other, so I wouldn't fall.
He laughed at my lame attempt. Finally he released me, and I fell into the water.
"Jerk face," I muttered.
He only laughed. "Aw, sorry, Ava, are you okay?"
"Yeah, just wet," I immediately regretted it because Drogo was in ear shot.
"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!" he bellowed.
I didn't expect less from Drogo.
I still laughed because I just walked right into that one. I had a pretty good time with Jax and Drogo. They were both a lot of fun.
At the end of the day, we packed to leave. The sun set was very beautiful. I turned to leave only to see my mom and Phil in a very hot make out session.
I made a small face of disgust and walked around them. I was back in my shorts and tank top. Morrison was alone next to the car, apparently the others had gone to the bathroom. I leaned on the SUV next to him.
"Roman knows," he said.
My eyes widened, but I quickly recovered and cleared my throat.
"What?"
"I had to tell him, but he promised to keep it a secret," he said. "I… this is bad, Ava."
"Why? Is there some kind of… mark on me? Why can't we be together?"
"It's… a Dirty World , Ava, my world is not right for a girl like you."
"Like me?" I asked.
He didn't look at me.
"Morrison." I insisted.
"Pure, a pure girl like you, okay? You have a future and I'm… just dead weight."
Before I could tell him the opposite of everything he said, my mom and Phil had stopped making out and the others came back from the bathroom.
On the ride back, I was between Roman and Jax. Morrison and Drogo were behind us. I played with the loose strings of my shorts. I didn't want to lose Morrison.
The past very few days had been the best of my life and it was all because of him. All the good memories I now had of this place was because of him.
We arrived home around ten at night. I got out of the car after Roman did. We all walked inside of the house and took turns to shower. Drogo was first, then Jax, followed by Roman and then it was Morrison.
I noticed that my mom and Phil were busy and the others had gone too. I walked down the hall towards the bathroom. I heard the water running. Just thinking of Morrison naked made me all hot and bothered. No other man made me feel that. I was always too caught up thinking the worst or recalling the rape, but Morrison… Morrison made me want him.
He called me pure. That was not how I felt about myself. I felt dirty. We did live in a dirty world, but he was my silver lining.
I took one look down the hall to make sure no one was looking. I twisted the knob and I was surprised he didn't lock it. I turned the knob the rest of the way and opened the door. I closed the door lightly behind me.
When I was actually inside, I panicked. What was I going to do now? But it was too late now. Morrison turned off the water and opened the curtain. He stopped when he saw me. His cheeks blushed quickly. I smiled, I made him blush. At least I had hoped it had been me.
He quickly reached for his towel.
"What are you doing in here?" he hissed lowly. "Where's your mom and Phil?"
"In the living room," I whispered back. "I had to come in here because it's the only place we'll be alone. Turn on the water so they'll think you're still taking a shower."
He did as I said. I walked up to him.
"I want to be with you, Morrison, you make me very happy. The happiest I've been in my life, please… don't give up on us."
He held the towel around his waist with a single hand. His other hand he ran it through his wet hair. His brown eyes held a lot of emotions and he was having an internal battle. I just spilled my guts out and he was silent.
His silent told me what he was too much of a coward.
I nodded and I bit my lower lip to stop it from trembling.
"Okay, I get it. Um… see you around, I guess."
I had wished with all of my heart that he would call out my name and tell me to stop and that he wanted me, but he didn't. It hurt a lot. It really did.
Luckily, no one noticed me gone. I was back in the living room with Phil and my mom as if I had not left.
